My body isn’t perfect. I don’t walk with confidence. I get into fights with my parents and friends. some nights I’d rather be by myself then out partying. There are days I’m forced to use a fake smile and a fake laugh. sometimes I try to convince myself things are okay when they are not. I’m not ugly but I’m not beautiful. I don’t look as good in real life as I do in pictures. I’m imperfect but I’m perfectly me.